Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Canons


So there you have it. Canons are roaring, push a pikewager a Guinea on the dam monkey and twice as fast. Stirring stuff, so sign yourself on the nearest glass with a diamond, but as you write your diamond-traced haiku you may have noticed something.




The Roundhead/Cavalier melee was led by... enthusiastic gentlemen for sure, on both sides, some of them even had great campaigning experience. See Rupert of the Rhine, all hail. But note, the main body of men were led by Pros, we'd call 'em contractors today.




No job for old men, eh? But do feel free to disagree. In other news, there was an ordination to the priesthood at Mission #1 today, a beautiful and blessed event. More of that anon.

Your Friend,

LSP

Monday, May 5, 2025

Erika

 



So perhaps you want to march?



Is it wrong to post this?

Cheers,

LSP

VE Day

 


England celebrated VE Day today with a military parade in London. Well done, up the Mall they went. Can you imagine the 1945 thing of it? I can, Churchill's voice sounding, parade resounding and with it the end of an era. The mighty British Empire had fought off the rapacious Prussian Hun and won, good work, but who really won the fight? The US and Russia, leaving the UK beggared and in debt. 

Some two years later the British withdrew from India, only to become, in Churchill's words, "a second rate power." Is that what the UK is now, a second or third rate power in the clutches of globalist, asset-stripping Satanists, beyond the hope of return?




Let's put it another way. Can the UK break free of its corrupt Uniparty interest and become great again? Local elections say they can and, in the meanwhile, the Household Division exists. More power to it. And if America leads the way, so be it.

Regardless, imagine the scene as the news came in, Victory in Europe. Just a heckuvva thing. I remember asking a landlady in Cheltenham, of all places, what the war had been like, "You can't imagine, we were so glad when it was over." To that point:




Your Friend,

LSP

Sunday, May 4, 2025

Alcatraz


That’s too much bacon.

Please just bring me some kale chips.

Said no one ever. (LL)


47's bold actions to deport violent illegal alien criminals has been repeatedly blocked by partisan Democrat judges who want violent illegal alien criminals to remain in our country. Problem. Solution? Reopen Alcatraz. Laura Loomer reports:


President Trump just called for the notorious Alcatraz prison to be restored and reopened. 

He wants it to be reopened to house the most dangerous criminals in our country so that they literally cannot return to polite society to harm anyone ever again unless they swim through the shark infested waters outside of Alcatraz prison. 

Rumor has it that prisoners who tried to escape from Alcatraz either drowned or were eaten by sharks.




Good call, but is this iconic prison large enough?

You be the judge,

LSP


PS. Do you remember when Red Indians took over Alcatraz? I do, just.

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Haiku Challenge Result

 



Yesterday's Haiku Challenge met with spirited participation and good results, seeing a number of excellent offerings in this perennially popular verse form. Ed's submission was most terse, a simple, unadorned emoji:



Yes, sometimes a picture's worth a thousand words. That said, Red's woodsman sent in not one but two excellent haikus. Here, have a look:

Obama Biden

note the master and puppet.

Obama Harris?

And again:


Wolves prey on the weak

The generous are naive

We need more woodsmen.


Wow, what can we say. Keep it coming, woodsman, simply outstanding. Wild wasn't short off the mark either:


Arrests they promised.

Impatient Yoda grows, hmmm?

Well? Waiting we are.


Yes, we are. Beauty, you see, meets truth. And then there's LL, who sums the whole thing up in an act of poetic Zen. Behold:


Concentrated mist

clear jewel on a leafpoint

drip, the river begins.



Beautiful, and keen-eyed readers will note LL's riff on my initial, let's get the haikus rolling, offering, "mist." What is this, some kind of poetry jam? Apparently, and I'll throw one more into the ring:



Kier Starmer is sad

He lost at the ballot box

Teeth gnash in darkness.




Excellent haikus from everyone and congrats to woodsman for prolix versifying. But I have to say LL is the winner. Good work, Mr. Wolf, you win this initial and coveted LSP Haiku award.

Cheers,

LSP

Friday, May 2, 2025

Haiku Time

 




It's that contemplative time of the week when we sit back, gaze on the Feng Shui of our respective compounds and compose haikus. Remember them? They're short, beautiful, terse, evocative poems comprised of 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the next and 5 in conclusion. Let's get going. Inspired by Mike-C, I'll kick off:


England won the cup

It wasn't even Moslem

In the mists of time


"In" is perhaps weak, if center mass. Do feel free to suggest better verse and, of course, send in your own haikus. The challenge, dear friends, is on.


LSP

Slaughterhouse

 



Wow, I thought our Old Enemy had withdrawn, retreated from the fray like the Corsican Upstart at Waterloo. That was an error, never underestimate your adversary; yes, the Weather struck back with full fury today. Like no kidding, thunder, lightning, torrential rain and hail. Would the windows of this old house break?

They didn't, Laus Deo, and the motor pool remained oddly intact, not a dent. Tomato vines? Different story. Those young plants, put in the earth from seed a couple of weeks ago were shredded by the hail. I went outside to inspect the damage after the storm had passed. What a slaughterhouse, let's see if those vines recover and bear fruit.




In related news, the UK's Uniparty, Labour and Conservative, was given a right shredding at the ballot box today with 677 seats out of about of 1,600 going to Reform in local elections. No wonder, the punters are upset, the peasants are revolting, they don't want to be run by a gang of managerial class, open borders, rainbow corporate traitors who hate the people they govern. 

You don't vote for us, so we'll just replace you, serfs, with people who will. And if labor costs sink and rents rise, so much the better for us. What banditry and what an unholy alliance of so-called Left and Right. Regardless, you can read all about it here, on UnHerd. Thanks for the link, UK pal.




So let's see where this goes. Will the tomato vines come back, will Great Britain regain her sovereignty and glory from the hands of its lying, pugnacious, hypocritical, not-fit-for-purpose, self-aggrandizing, smug, mendacious, condescending gaily hued ruling traitors?

Time, dear friends, will tell. Of course we're no stranger to this phenom in the US.

Best,

LSP

Thursday, May 1, 2025

In Case Of Emergency

 



I understand there's a vacancy at the NSC.




Yes please,

LSP

May Day

 



Yesterday's storm front has passed, and someone must have deep pockets to pay the Climate Cash. You'll note, as an aside, that LL is accepting precious metal, no checks obviously, to act as an intermediary with Baal and avert the Climate Crisis. Problem? Solution. That in mind, the early evening of this May Day glows with a golden light, not a single chemtrail to be seen.

So there you have it, workers of the world unite to defeat globalist rainbow tyrants and enjoy a pleasant Texan evening while you're at it. On point, we've been at this war for quite some time and here's a helpful infovideo to prove it. Perhaps you recall the Maypole scene in Wicker Man:



See what are we up against? Rainbow Satan, and it seems people are beginning to wise up. Notoriously antichrist Britain has seen a surge in young converts to Catholicism as has Ireland and France

Converts from Islam are also a thing and I say again, would it not be within the Divine Logic to use those most opposed to the Faith to build the Faith. Where Anglicanism fits into this is another thing again.

Cheers,

LSP


Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Is Europe Over?

 


You might think so. The UK's fast descending into some kind of Leftist dystopian thought-crime hell. And then there's the Continent. Heigh-ho, off to unelected Brussels we go. Do you know, dear readers, that the English fought against this back in the 1800s and beat it? All the way to Elba. Here's a video, forgive the pathetic, risible, corrupt, fraudulent, psyops humiliation masks.




I celebrate this triumph in the Waterloo Room of the East India Club, where French standards were thrown down before the Prince Regent; it was a private house at the time. Shall we beat them back again, these unelected bureaucrats? Dam straight.

So is Europe over? Only if we let it be.

Your Best Friend,

LSP

STORM FRONT

 



Yesterday was beautiful and sunny, but it was just a ruse, a cunning device to deceive brought on by the Old Adversary. Today is different. Our Enemy the Climate has changed. Thunder rolls, while rain lashes down against the weathered timbers of the Compound's HQ with elemental, enraged fury. Not unlike Hillary on hearing the news of Trump's victory in 2016.




Are we deterred, thrown into wailing, weeping, tariff induced panic as we hunker down in our hardened bomb/tornado shelter? Hardly. First step: Stand on the porch like Ahab, braving the elements. Second Step: Gather the faithful for Evening Prayer at Mission #1, 1928 BCP thank you very much. Then say that important act of communal worship as thunder rolls like an artillery barrage and rain crashes down.




My soul doth magnify the Lord, regardless of climactic opposition. Speaking of which, do any of you pray the Roman Breviary? I used to and liked it, but its hideous English translations of psalms and canticles became too much to bear and I jettisoned the thing. For all I know there's a better variant out there but I haven't seen it.

Speaking of which, I remember talking with some senior Roman priests somewhere in Gloucestershire, years ago. They scorned the new liturgical texts, "All they had to do, Father, was use the language already worked out by the Church of England. But no, they wouldn't do that, thought they were clever. But they weren't, utterly useless." I loved those old boys.




Regardless, the Texan sky has turned that shade of green which may or may not presage a further storm. Does this mean we should pay the Weather moar tax, like some kind of Dane Geld? I say no, you might say yes. Your call.

No Rule,

LSP